Why I had to cut my baby hairs?

I was a small little boy,
running for kites under the sky,
I had those plastics toys,
which completed my world,

I called for you everywhere,
you were there to give me those coins,
holding your hand I slept,
and seeing you I got up,

Then one day when I was small,
Why I had to cut my baby hairs?
Why I had to break all those plastic toys?
Weeping, Grounded and Lost my childhood died,

I grew, slowly to find myself,
Jealous I learnt few kites you don't get,
No matter once you flew them,
One day you also left,


Why when I shouted you were not there?

Come in my dreams and answer me,

Let me die, then make me that child again,

Let me play from those plastic toys

This time I will not cut my baby hairs,

This time I won't let you go,